𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬; 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚

SEVEN

IRIS MARA
It was the official starting day of tour and the boys had just finished up their very first show of the year.

As you might assume, a whole group of boys could get quite rowdy after a show like that takes place.

"That was insane!" Austin shouts as all of the boys funnel backstage, earning yells and hoots of agreements from the other boys.

They didn't notice my presence as each of them were too caught up in their post-show celebrations. Or at least none of them seemed to bother to acknowledge it.

Zion tugged his sweaty shirt over his head and disposed of it on the floor.

"We should so get drunk." The tall boy retorts as he applies some deodorant to his underarms.

As a young, smart intellectual, I felt that this was the right time to step in before anything of the sorts could actually proceed to happen.

I slip out of my chair and step into the center of the rallying boys, instantly drawing each of their attentions to me.

"As fun as it sounds driving around in a van full of drunken boys, I just don't think that alcohol is the way to resort to things." I announce after the boys fall silent.

Nick nods his head in agreement,"I hate to say it but for once Iris is actually right."

A smile settles out on my face as I finally hear those words escape my older brother's mouth. Triumph was literally raining over me.

"Thank you Nicho-." I go on to say before I watch him extract a small bag from his pocket.

"We should all smoke instead." Nick smirks micheviously.

I watch as all of the boys let out their hollers of approval.

Mission failed, Iris, mission has most defintely failed.

As the boys go to exit the room I catch ahold of the last one about to leave by his shirt collar.

"You're choking me." Brandon conveyed loudly as I drug him back over to where I stood.

I released his shirt once he was in front of me. Instant regret washed over me as I now stood alone in this room with him.

"I'm sorry for the whole- choking thing but I just need some kind of reassurance that my brother isn't some type of crazy drug lord." I say.

Brandon's eyes seemed to soften at my words and a small smile began to  toyl on his lips.

"No, Iris. Nick is smart enough to not go out of his way and spend all of his money on drugs." Brandon assured me.

My eyebrows furrow as I digest his words. Everything he said just now wasn't quite adding up to what had happened moments before.

Brandon seemed to quickly catch on to my sudden confusion.

He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Nick got the weed as a celebratory gift for going on his first tour. He isn't addicted. Nor will him smoking tonight cause him to explore further into even worse drugs."

His hand travels further up my body, landing on my cheek. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across it, giving me a small smile.

"You and I both know that Nick is far too caught up in living his dream to let anything-especially drugs- ruin that."

My lips rose up into a small, appreciative smile,"Thank you so much, Brandon. I know I sort of haven't been the nicest person to you and all that.."

"Don't you even worry about that, Iris."

His eyes flicker over towards the door for a moment then right back over to me,"We better catch up to them."

I let out a sigh,"Right."